Page 113 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
Silas kisses her. They nibble one another’s lips before pressing them together repeatedly. Silas licks the seam of Bridget’s mouth. She responds by sliding her tongue across his. Bridget can’t get enough of Silas’s kisses. They breathe life into her. His words and kisses are affirmations Bridget didn’t realize she needed.
When they break apart, he slides her sweatpants down and takes off her pullover hoodie and T-shirt. He kisses her neck, chest, and stomach. He makes his way between her legs and removes her panties with a swiftness Bridget has never seen.
“That was impressive.”
“You should see how quickly I can take off a bra.”
“Too bad I’m not wearing one.”
“Too bad for who?”
He slides back up and sucks on each nipple before going back to the lower part of her body. His lips wrap around her lower ones, sucking on them and making Bridget squirm. Silas uses his fingers to open up her folds and sticks his tongue inside her.
“Uh,” Bridget moans, her hips involuntarily making a circular motion, prompting Silas to turn his tongue, French-kissing her pussy.
He takes his tongue out and looks up at her. “You ready to ride my face?”
Bridget nods rapidly, making Silas chuckle. He turns and lays on his back. She adjusts herself so her pussy is right above his mouth. She lowers and temporarily sees sparks when his tongue reconnects to her.
Jesus Christ! Ukweli, you magnificent bastard.We’ve got to send her more money.
The air-conditioning has made the room chilly, but she can’t feel anything but Silas. His hands grabbing her ass as he devours her with his lips and his tongue. Bridget feels a buildup she hasn’t gotten from a man in a while. She pushes Silas’s head in more and closes her thighs around it. Her hips thrust, and Silas doesn’t miss a beat, rolling his tongue inside her. Just as Bridget hits her peak, he stops, flips her onto her stomach and pushes his dick inside her.
“Aye! Fuck,” Bridget cries out.
Silas strums her clit while fucking her senseless.
“Shit, Bridget. Your grip.”
“Ah, fuck. Silas, baby your dick!” she wails.
He grips her ass and makes it jiggle before smacking it.
“More, more, more,” Bridget begs.
Silas smacks her ass two more times then grabs it.
He said she could make men bend at the knee, but this man is making her want to pledge her undying fealty to him.
“Why your pussy so good?” Silas fucks her harder. “Hmm? You hear me talking to you, Bridge. Answer me. Why your pussy so good?”
“I don’t know,” Bridget whimpers.
“No, baby. I don’t want to hear that.”
“Ah! Fuck, I’m about to come.” Bridget’s legs feel like they’re about to give out.
Silas grips her hips and pounds into her more and more. His strums have increased as he uses all four fingertips.
“Tell me why your pussy’s so good, Bridget.”
“I don’t know, it just is. Oh, fuck. Silas, it’s coming. It’s … Silas!” she exclaims.
Silas’s fingers dig into the flesh of her hips and ass. He seizes before he comes inside her.
“Ah! Fuck, fuck. Fuck. Bridge, you’re squeezing me. You’re squeezing me, baby.”
Silas wraps his arms around her upper body and lays them both down. He pulls a blanket around them. Bridget snuggles up to him, and he kisses her forehead before they drift to sleep.
